Gary Shteyngart was still wearing his awkward U.S. newbie ID when he received the nickname Gary Gnu and built an entire quirky schtick around it. This was an upgrade from second-most-hated in his classroom, a delicate balance he maintains soon after his family comes to American from Leningrad in the
When it came to the Two Coreys. I was always much more Haim than Feldman. I mean, “Lucas?” Come on! Sure, Feldman had “The Goonies” and the whole “This one, this one right here, this was my dream, my wish. And it didn’t come true. So I’m taking it back.
My rosy feelings for Belinda Carlisle’s memoir Lips Unsealed come from equal parts twenty-five-year-old nostalgia and love for Christa’s review of the book. Her review is one of my favorite pieces ever published on MN Reads. It’s everything I love in a review: book description, clear opinion, personal connection, and
Until a couple weeks ago my knowledge of Linda Ronstadt consisted of “Somewhere Out There; those duets she did with Aaron Neville; and the recent news that she was suffering from Parkinson’s and could no longer sing. So I picked up Simple Dreams: A Musical Memoir not so much out
If you are smart enough not to follow me on Twitter you really have no idea how annoying I was while listening to the audio version of Heart’s memoir Kicking & Dreaming: A Story of Heart, Soul, and Rock & Roll, lucky for you I will recreate that annoyingness right
A funny thing happened when I was reading Mary Cantwell’s Manhattan, When I Was Young, a memoir built around the places the writer lived in New York City during the 1950s and 60s. I first decided I wanted to write about all of the places where I have lived in
The whole time I was reading Cheryl Strayed’s memoir Wild, about her time spent hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, I was distracted by images of Alexander Supertramp rotting away in an old school bus in who-knows-where Alaska after a lunch made up of poison berries. That story, Into the Wild by